Yearning Love
THAT i have hidden my flesh away
so no one touches it
i cannot hide the soul of me
without effort it rises upon
its own
but the flesh speaks and yearns
to be with the remote love of you
there is nothing more to do
-- it is sheltered.
And yet, aside from Soul the rest
is a noisy child wishing food
and i tell the child:
soon. soon.
:: 11-04-2017 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2017
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